You have seen foreign lands and fine folks since last we met.

Come and tell us all about it, as you rest and refresh yourself from your journey." So Tom gave one last look round at the eager faces grouped about the door, and turned into the great hall with a smile and a sigh.
It was very like a dream, this eager welcome, and these familiar sights and sounds.

The sense of insecurity which hung over him made everything seem unreal, and yet in one way dearer to him than ever before.
"Yes, this is home!" he said to himself, as be turned to follow his mother; "my travels are ended.

I have come home.

Whatever may betide in the future, I am safe at home now!" If any reader desire to know the sequel to Tom Tufton's story, and how he took toll on the king's highway, that story shall be told another day.